The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream is always the same. You stand in the center of the square. The cobblestones are slick with rain. The sky is a bruised purple, heavy with a storm that has not yet broken. In your hands, you hold the Loom. It is not wood. It is not metal. It is bone. White, smooth, and cold. You weave. You pull the thread. The thread is red. It is the color of old blood. You do not know who the thread...

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